Sword of Autumn Wind

In a world hanging by a thread, where fragile order crumbles under the weight of arrogance, an empire's ambition reignites the catastrophes of a forgotten age. 
Ancient souls, long slumbering, awaken to a realm haunted by echoes of castles and towers, consumed by lust, betrayal, and bloodshed. 
Amid the chaos, mysterious cards—relics of a bygone era—stir with untold power, weaving the threads of magic and fate. 
As the past and present collide, an inevitable doom looms on the horizon, drawing ever closer with each passing moment!

Knights and Magic Wand

Not to mention it had been several days... without Kovis's magic replenishment, he would have surely died of exhaustion halfway.


He shrugged his shoulders and threw the heavy log onto the ground.


Leon wiped the sweat from his forehead.


Given Olivia's current rate of growth, if he didn't use magic, he probably would never be able to beat his wife in this lifetime.


At that evening's hall dinner, the returning group announced to the whole family at the long table the decision to move to Forest City.


The local servants at home didn't seem too afraid; by this time, the armies, civilians, and merchants coming and going from the north and south had already made the dissipation of the curse of Nightmare Forest well known.


Although Olivia was somewhat reluctant to leave Selva where she had grown up, it wasn't a permanent farewell after all, as Avalon Castle was not far from Selva, a day's ride on horseback.


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